young man got a license to trap furs for the winter in Alaska. After
buying supplies in a local town he went into a nearby saloon. Approaching
the bartender he asked, "Is there any action to be had in this
do you mean, action," asked the bartender.
mean, are there any women," said the trapper.
but there's always old Joe," replied the bartender.
thanks," said the trapper. "I don't go for that kind of
next spring the trapper came back into town. After being snowed in
for 9 months he was in a slightly different frame of mind. He walked
into the bar and asked, "Is there any action in town?"
still old Joe," replied the bartender.
I were to go for old Joe," he asked, "Who would have to
know about it?"
said the bartender, "there's you, me, old Joe of course, and
these three guys sitting at the other end of the bar."
do we need those three guys for?" asked the trapper.
hold old Joe," replied the bartender. "He don't go for that
kind of stuff, either."